It all began in a rowboat as I sat watching the summer sun set. Day lingered in the sky and the first lights came on in the houses around the lake. I was struck by this poignant dance between light and dark, and the mirrored reflection of the sky in the water, slightly softened, like an echo. In the growing darkness, I had to slow my shutter down to capture the images, and combined with the rocking of the rowboat, the images had blur and movement. These are landscapes painted with a camera, coaxed into being with movement. In these images I am always looking for the conversation between sky and water; the resulting image is an impression of the landscape and its memory, as if from a dream.